The Diner

chaffin_s“Mornin’ Sheriff.” the waitress greeted the man entering the door.

The Sheriff tipped his hat as the bell on the door jingled. He made his over to his booth, the third one on the right, and sat down. The waitress strolled over to pour him a cup of coffee, on the house.

“The usual again?” She asked as the steam rose up from the cup.

He let out a grunt in acknowledgement and handed her back the menu. She walked over to the counter and hollered out to the kitchen the Sheriff’s order, two eggs and four strips of bacon.

The door’s bell jingled again. A heavy boot stepped through the door. It was the Outlaw, the most wanted man in the county. He made his way over to his booth, the third one on the left, and sat down. The waitress strolled over to pour him a cup of coffee.

“The usual again?” She asked as the steam rose up from the cup.

He let out a grunt in acknowledgement and handed her back the menu. She walked over to the counter and hollered out to the kitchen the Outlaw’s order, three eggs and three strips of bacon.

Both men received their orders around the same time. They ate in utter silence. No one entered. No one left. There was a tension in the air. The highest law enforcer and the most notorious law breaker were seated in the same diner, on the same morning. But there was no violence. No guns were drawn, no words were shouted. There was only the subtle sound of chewing and the occasional scrape of a fork on a plate.

The Sheriff finished first. He dropped his payment on the table, gave the waitress a thanks, then picked his hat up and began to leave.

As the bell let out another jingle, the Outlaw spoke up. “Mighty fine eggs this morning, wouldn’t you say Sheriff?”

The Sheriff stopped. He put his hat on his head. “I’ll have to agree with you on that one.”

“Have a good day, Sheriff.”

The Sheriff walked out the door and the bell let out a parting jingle.

The Outlaw finished his meal and began to walk out the door.

“Ain’t you gonna pay for that?” The waitress put her hands on her hips.

The outlaw chuckled. “My mistake little lady.” He walked back to the booth and set down his payment. He made his way out the door and the bell let out one final jingle.

 

 

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